ptsd how it all started

It all starts when I was 17 years old.  I was very close with my grandparents my whole life.  Even as a lot of teenagers gather more independence I still would stop by and see them 3-4 times a week. They traveled a lot and when I was a teenager my Great Grandmother was living with them.  She had fallen and been in her home(in the mountains in Virginia) for days until someone found her.  So my Grandfather who was a retired Navy Commander and MD and my grandmother who was a nurse took her into their home to live with them in the midwest.  They would still travel and my Great Grandmother had gotten very forgetful and would cook and start fires because she would forget.  So when they went out of town I would stay with her at their house for weeks at a time sometimes.  Even though my Great Grandmother was states away from us as children my grandmother would take us to her home in the mountains in the summer for months.  It was fantastic and we had family time every day.  

After meeting with the family at my grandparents house we decided that my aunt, myself and my grandparents were going to drive to her funeral in VA.  We were shipping her body back to  there to be buried by her husband who died the day I was born.  The morning we were supposed to leave I stopped by work to let them know and by school and by a dear friends house the night before so he would know but he knew when he opened the door before we even spoke.  Anyway, we were on our way We had to drive through 5 states to get there and I was a long drive.  Luckily my uncle lived in between and we were going to stop at his house and sleep to go on from there.  

Grandma was the first really close family member that I had to deal with their death.  I lost the people I was closest with.   The people that helped me navigate life and helped me get through living with a mother and father who were constantly abusive mostly verbally since I was a teenager but it was constant berating.